#apastdied

He hadn’t believed it to be true at first, but now, staring at his oldest brother, Anakin felt it. Ben was dark. Maybe not completely, but it had definitely taken him over. And even the idea of Ben attempting to bring Anakin to the dark side after everything he’d been through made his stomach churn. This war, this very same war, had gotten him killed once. Anakin wasn’t prepared to have it happen again. “You know what? Maybe you should listen to your own words, Kylo. Anything that happens to you now...you’ve brought it upon yourself.”

Simply hearing his voice again was enough to bring her back, as if they were standing in the throne room all over again, the promise of an ideal future so close yet so far out of their grasp. Rey had expected him to become bitter and angry towards her after she’d rejected his offer, but she hadn’t expected him to still have any sort of hope for it. Just as she hadn’t expected herself to dwell on her decision as often as she did.

“The stars aren’t ours to claim...they never were,” She nearly whispered back, her voice a bit shaky as she tried to remain strong. “They’re up there to admire, to bring beauty and hope to the galaxy...” Swallowing thickly, she finally allowed herself to meet his gaze, her heart clenching right as she did. “I suppose it was foolish of me to think you would see them that way, too.”